Last summer when Tessa had surgery on her arm, she had a tough few days. She didn't react well to either the anesthesia or medication or both and she spent a fun filled 36 hours throwing up and just sick. It was hard for her and, frankly, for me as well, since there wasn't anything I could do but hold her hair and keep her stocked with towels.
Yesterday she needed to have a few cavities filled so we went with something called conscious sedation, where she drank a medication to relax her so she could get the required work done with little fuss. She did great during the procedure - she didn't cry or fuss much, even though it took a while. But once again she came home acting like she had just come off a bender. She literally threw up every hour or so. She could tolerate small sips of water and that's about it. She went to bed at 7 pm and was restless throughout the night, finally throwing up for the last time about 4:30 am. It's kind of pitiful but a lesson to me that Tessa really can't handle that kind of medication well. William had the exact same thing done a few years ago and, other than feeling a little woozy until lunch, was fine. Not Tessa.
She's definitely perking up today. She has eaten a popsicle and some toast and is ordering me around like a pro. I'm hopeful that she'll be back to school tomorrow - how sad is it that she will miss two days of school for a few cavities? Let's just hope she follows my advice and avoids drinking when she is older - something tells me she won't react well at all.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
The Bee
Last week Henry participated in his last elementary school Spelling Bee. He did quite well this year; there were 24 kids participating and he made the top 3. I think he was disappointed not to win but he did much better than last year, where he was eliminated in the 2nd round.
It was kind of funny, actually. He had never been in a Spelling Bee before. He was chosen to represent his class in third grade but the Spelling Bee was the same day as his RAI treatment at Huntsman Cancer Hospital so he had to miss it. I think he still resents me for that, but whatever.
Anyway, last year I asked and asked him when he wanted to study. He kept putting it off. Finally, the night before the Spelling Bee, he dug out the word list and asked me to help him. And it was horrible. The words were much harder than he anticipated and he didn't have much experience spelling aloud so he missed alot of them. I don't know what he thought would happen - I guess he expected the correct spelling of all the words would just seep into his brain overnight or something - but I know it was a bit of a shock to him. So I wasn't too surprised when he was eliminated quite early.
This year he took it much more seriously. He has practiced spelling aloud all year. Once he got the official word that he was in this years Spelling Bee, we practiced spelling every single night. And he did really well. I lost count of how many rounds he made it through. He ended up being eliminated for the word banal. Not the most difficult word to spell but not a word used too often in conversation. Anyway, he spelled in incorrectly, narrowly missing the final two.
It's been interesting watching Henry this year in school. He's always done just enough to get by in school. Oh, he makes good grades and is one of the top students in his class but he doesn't put too much effort into it. Until this year. His teacher has somehow found a way to motivate Henry into putting extra effort into everything. It's been so fun to watch.
Just the other day, I was telling him that if he chose not to go on the 4th and 5th grade ski trip to Beaver Mountain that he still had to go to school that day. His reaction, "That's OK. Maybe we'll just do math all day."
That's my boy!
It was kind of funny, actually. He had never been in a Spelling Bee before. He was chosen to represent his class in third grade but the Spelling Bee was the same day as his RAI treatment at Huntsman Cancer Hospital so he had to miss it. I think he still resents me for that, but whatever.
Anyway, last year I asked and asked him when he wanted to study. He kept putting it off. Finally, the night before the Spelling Bee, he dug out the word list and asked me to help him. And it was horrible. The words were much harder than he anticipated and he didn't have much experience spelling aloud so he missed alot of them. I don't know what he thought would happen - I guess he expected the correct spelling of all the words would just seep into his brain overnight or something - but I know it was a bit of a shock to him. So I wasn't too surprised when he was eliminated quite early.
This year he took it much more seriously. He has practiced spelling aloud all year. Once he got the official word that he was in this years Spelling Bee, we practiced spelling every single night. And he did really well. I lost count of how many rounds he made it through. He ended up being eliminated for the word banal. Not the most difficult word to spell but not a word used too often in conversation. Anyway, he spelled in incorrectly, narrowly missing the final two.
It's been interesting watching Henry this year in school. He's always done just enough to get by in school. Oh, he makes good grades and is one of the top students in his class but he doesn't put too much effort into it. Until this year. His teacher has somehow found a way to motivate Henry into putting extra effort into everything. It's been so fun to watch.
Just the other day, I was telling him that if he chose not to go on the 4th and 5th grade ski trip to Beaver Mountain that he still had to go to school that day. His reaction, "That's OK. Maybe we'll just do math all day."
That's my boy!
Monday, February 20, 2012
Rites of Passage
We are moving right along here in Cache Valley.
Tessa has decided that she's craft girl and wants to make things out of whatever she finds, including leftover Christmas candy and sparkly Valentine's hearts:
Jay ends up taking most of them to work for his "office friends" to admire. I hope Tessa never tries to figure out what happens after that.
Henry recently went through what all 5th graders in Utah look forward to the most - the Maturation Program. Jay attended with him so we could reassure him that all the "stuff" that boys go through is normal. He came away with some deoderant and the idea that "girls become more interesting." I don't know if he agrees with the girl thing but he has started using the deoderant. Jay actually remembers the program back in the day except instead of a Power Point presentation he saw a filmstrip. A filmstrip! Bonus points to all those who remember filmstrips.
William seems happiest when he has the run of the house. Unfortunately that is rare - being the middle child is rough. And since sometimes just being William is rough, I often feel bad for the kid. I hope that every year doesn't see him taking until Christmas to get used to school again.
Jay has a new calling - he is serving in Young Men's now. He is working with the 14-15 year old boys. He's a little bummed to be losing out on the "teaching every third week" calling that he had before, but he'll be soooo good at this. He's good with kids and a good teacher. I think he'll have fun.
I am obsessed with mangos. I love them! I love dried mangos and mango sorbet. Jay makes fun of me but I can't help it. They are awesome.
And so goes February.....
Tessa has decided that she's craft girl and wants to make things out of whatever she finds, including leftover Christmas candy and sparkly Valentine's hearts:
Jay ends up taking most of them to work for his "office friends" to admire. I hope Tessa never tries to figure out what happens after that.
Henry recently went through what all 5th graders in Utah look forward to the most - the Maturation Program. Jay attended with him so we could reassure him that all the "stuff" that boys go through is normal. He came away with some deoderant and the idea that "girls become more interesting." I don't know if he agrees with the girl thing but he has started using the deoderant. Jay actually remembers the program back in the day except instead of a Power Point presentation he saw a filmstrip. A filmstrip! Bonus points to all those who remember filmstrips.
William seems happiest when he has the run of the house. Unfortunately that is rare - being the middle child is rough. And since sometimes just being William is rough, I often feel bad for the kid. I hope that every year doesn't see him taking until Christmas to get used to school again.
Jay has a new calling - he is serving in Young Men's now. He is working with the 14-15 year old boys. He's a little bummed to be losing out on the "teaching every third week" calling that he had before, but he'll be soooo good at this. He's good with kids and a good teacher. I think he'll have fun.
I am obsessed with mangos. I love them! I love dried mangos and mango sorbet. Jay makes fun of me but I can't help it. They are awesome.
And so goes February.....
Thursday, February 9, 2012
No Pain, No Gain
I'm not nearly as thin as I used to be, but I'm 43, have three kids and love chocolate so I live with it. I'm not too worried about what number my scale says or what size I am, to be honest. I do exercise on a regular basis but I find that I care about being healthy so I make that my focus. I do cardio a few times a week (we have an incline trainer - a treadmill that allows you to walk at pretty good inclines) and I do some light weights/exercise ball stuff for strength. I'm not in killer shape but I feel good and healthy.
So it was with some surprise that I am hobbling around the house today after a short workout yesterday. Some ladies from my ward and I got together and did some circuit training and it kicked my butt. Seriously, I am walking around like a much older woman. We only did a couple of exercises - jumping rope, Burpees, walking lunges and jumping on and off a step. But I'm in some serious pain. Apparently the fact that I can rock an hour long workout at 20+ percent inclines on my treadmill means nothing when it comes to these particular exercises. The worst is going down stairs, which is a problem since I have a multi-level house and today was laundry day.
My only goal for this evening is to squeeze every last bit of hot water from my faucet and hope that my muscles thank for me it tomorrow.
Whoever invented walking lunges is evil.
So it was with some surprise that I am hobbling around the house today after a short workout yesterday. Some ladies from my ward and I got together and did some circuit training and it kicked my butt. Seriously, I am walking around like a much older woman. We only did a couple of exercises - jumping rope, Burpees, walking lunges and jumping on and off a step. But I'm in some serious pain. Apparently the fact that I can rock an hour long workout at 20+ percent inclines on my treadmill means nothing when it comes to these particular exercises. The worst is going down stairs, which is a problem since I have a multi-level house and today was laundry day.
My only goal for this evening is to squeeze every last bit of hot water from my faucet and hope that my muscles thank for me it tomorrow.
Whoever invented walking lunges is evil.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
You Win Some...
The Pinewood Derby was held last night for the Cub Scouts in the Hyde Park 1st Ward. As usual, it was a highly anticipated event. Jay was particularly thrilled as he had the job of supervising not one, but two boys as they planned and built a car.
This year the theme was food. The Wright boys went with an ice cream sandwich (Henry) and a slice of watermelon (William).
We always try to temper expectations of the outcome of these things. The fact is, these cars are all about the same speed wise. Our ward has a nice set up with an automatically timed track and the times are typically within a half a second of each other. Winning and losing isn't the point, but it's hard to tell a bunch of competitive boys that I guess. Luckily my kids had good attitudes about the whole thing. William's car placed 9th overall - right in the middle - and Henry's placed 16th - pretty close to last. But they had fun racing their cars and watching all the fun designs that their friends came up with.
It was actually Henry's last Pinewood Derby, since next year at this time he'll be an official Boy Scout. Not to worry though; we still have William to carry us through for two more years.
This year the theme was food. The Wright boys went with an ice cream sandwich (Henry) and a slice of watermelon (William).
We always try to temper expectations of the outcome of these things. The fact is, these cars are all about the same speed wise. Our ward has a nice set up with an automatically timed track and the times are typically within a half a second of each other. Winning and losing isn't the point, but it's hard to tell a bunch of competitive boys that I guess. Luckily my kids had good attitudes about the whole thing. William's car placed 9th overall - right in the middle - and Henry's placed 16th - pretty close to last. But they had fun racing their cars and watching all the fun designs that their friends came up with.
It was actually Henry's last Pinewood Derby, since next year at this time he'll be an official Boy Scout. Not to worry though; we still have William to carry us through for two more years.
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